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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Scion to the techno 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Visage,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.