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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 oboe 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Scion,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.