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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.