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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 R.M.O. 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.