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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.