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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 The American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.