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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.