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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.