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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.