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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ludus to the funk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.