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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.