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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.