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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.