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 Slovakia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 The Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.