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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.