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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Organ,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.