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 Cuba and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.