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 Andorra and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.