Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.