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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.