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 Belgium 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the jazz 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Can,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.