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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.