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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
June Days,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.