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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.