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 United States and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.