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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 EPMD to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.