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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.