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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hoover to the electroclash 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
The Names,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.