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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.