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 Mongolia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quantec to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
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.