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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Archie Shepp to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.