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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Franke,
MDC,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.