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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Hashim,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.