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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thompson Twins to the grime 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.