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 Spain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Franke 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Technova,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.