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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 The Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Wire,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.