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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Sonics to the disco 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Unwound,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.