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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Brass Construction to the grime 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All ABC 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.