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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Magma,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.