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 Morocco and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Index,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.