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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 The Young Rascals 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Crime,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Can,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.