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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.