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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.