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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.