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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.