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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Flipper to the disco 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
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.