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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.