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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX to the rap 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.