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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.