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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.