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 Madagascar 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Roxy Music to the grime 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Index,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.