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 Thailand and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Lindisfarne to the rock 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.