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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Albert Ayler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Can,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.