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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Brand Nubian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.