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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.