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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the grime 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.