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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.