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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.