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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 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 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 Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.