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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.