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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.