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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Average White Band to the crunk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.