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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.