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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Cameo to the dance 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
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.