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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.