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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 The J.B.'s to the funk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.