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 Cape Verde 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Negative Approach to the grime 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Monks,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.