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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.