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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.