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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.