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 Nauru and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 The Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.