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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks 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?
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.