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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.