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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Cameo to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
June Days,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.