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 Serbia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.