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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.