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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Searchers,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.