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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.