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 Chile and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Searchers,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.