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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Beau Brummels to the disco 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.