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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.