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 Italy and from Paris.
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 Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Japan to the grime 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.