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 Libya and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.