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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.