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 Macedonia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Liliput to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.