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 Burundi and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.