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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Gong,
The Monks,
Scion,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.