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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.