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 Samoa and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.