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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.