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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.