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 Ivory Coast 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.