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 Samoa 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Golliwogs to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Magma,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.