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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 United States of America to the jazz 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Niagra,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Fear,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.