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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.