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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.