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 Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 The Young Rascals to the dance 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
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.