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 Korea North 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 Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.