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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.