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 Colombia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.