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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Roxette to the techno 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.