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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 The Sonics to the crunk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Index,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.