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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.