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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Move to the rap 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.