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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.