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 Tonga and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.