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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.