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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Reagan Youth to the disco 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.