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 Senegal 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.