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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.