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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 synthesizer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.