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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fortunes 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.