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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.