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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.