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 United States and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.