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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.