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 Iraq 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.