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 Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Mandrill 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Pylon,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.