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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Magma,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.