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 Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the crunk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.