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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.