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 St Lucia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the jazz 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.