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 Netherlands 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 The Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.