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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Rod Modell to the grime 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.