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 Andorra 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 theremin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.