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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Litter to the crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
Index,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.