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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.