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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.