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 France and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Krayola to the grime 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.