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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.