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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.