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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.