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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.