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 Libya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Houston and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 David Axelrod to the dance 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.