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 Congo and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Order to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.