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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.