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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.