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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Procol Harum to the rock 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.