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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.