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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.