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 South Africa 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Man Parrish to the punk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.