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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Hashim,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.