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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.