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 France and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Cal Tjader to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Gong,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.