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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.