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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.