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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Monks,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.