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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.