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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Quantec,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.