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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ice-T to the punk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.