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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.