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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 UT to the punk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.