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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 MDC to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.