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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
CMW,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.