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 Finland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the disco 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.