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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DNA to the grunge 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Television,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.