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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.