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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.