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 Yemen and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Skriet to the electroclash 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.