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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
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.