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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.