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 Japan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
the Association,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.