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 Belize and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 The Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.