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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Delta 5 to the rap 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
the Germs,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.