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 Chad and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.