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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 oboe 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 Joey Negro to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.