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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 The Invisible to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.