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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.