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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.