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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.