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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Deadbeat to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Visage,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.