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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Shadows of Knight to the disco 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.