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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.