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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the funk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.