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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.