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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.