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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.