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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.