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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the techno 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.