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 India and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the rock 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Organ,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.