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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Toni Rubio 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.