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 London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 The Searchers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.