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 France and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.