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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Shadows of Knight to the grime 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs 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?
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.