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 Serbia and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Q65 to the grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.