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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Q65 to the funk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.