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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.