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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Victims to the rock 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.