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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Shadows of Knight to the techno 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Brick,
10cc,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Nas,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.