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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.