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 India 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.