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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Buckinghams 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.