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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the crunk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
UT,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.