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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.