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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
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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.