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 Uganda and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.