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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The American Breed to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.