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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nas to the rap 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.