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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.