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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Wire,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.