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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 sitar 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 Motorama 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.