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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Symarip,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.