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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.