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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 harpsichord 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.