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 Iceland 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.