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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 World's Most to the jazz 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.