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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 marimba 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 Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Gang Green,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Can,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.