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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the rock 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.