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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the funk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.