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 Norway 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the jazz 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Monks,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
The Index,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.