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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
David Bowie,
10cc,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.