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 China and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Pole,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.