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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Blackbyrds 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Television,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.