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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.