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 Malawi 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.