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 Germany and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.