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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 June Days to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.