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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.