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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the crunk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Smog,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.