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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
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 synthesizer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.