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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.