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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Buckinghams to the grunge 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.