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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.