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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Desert Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
The Sound,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Organ,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.