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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Organ to the punk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.