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 United States 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Sonic Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.