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 France and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Goldenarms to the dance 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.