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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.