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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.