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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Hashim 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.