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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Darondo to the crunk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
The Monks,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.