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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
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.