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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.