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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.