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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Smog to the funk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Can,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.