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 Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
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.