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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.