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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.