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 Guinea 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.