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 Kosovo 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.