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 Ghana 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Cymande,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.