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 Georgia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.