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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth to the rock 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Smog,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Rekid,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.