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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.