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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Music Machine to the grunge 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.