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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Franke,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.