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 Liechtenstein 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.