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 Argentina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.