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 China and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.