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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Terry Callier to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Rekid,
UT,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.