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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.