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 Portugal 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.