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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 World's Most to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.