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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the grunge 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.