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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.