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 Tonga 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.