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 Israel 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.