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 Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.