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 Brazil 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.