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 Luxembourg and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.