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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.