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 Germany and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Accadde A,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.