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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Pussy Galore to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Magazine,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.