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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.