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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the disco 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.