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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 snare 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 Stooges to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.