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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.