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 Egypt 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the rap 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.