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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 The Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Slave,
The United States of America,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.