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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.