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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.