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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.