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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.