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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Zapp,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.