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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.