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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.