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 China and from Bologna.
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 Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Index,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
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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.