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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Outsiders to the grime 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.