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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Echospace 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.