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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Basic Channel to the funk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.