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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Nas,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.