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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.