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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.