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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.