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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Technova,
Kayak,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.