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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.