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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.