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 Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Angry Samoans to the disco 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.