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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Neon Judgement to the jazz 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.