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 Luxembourg and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flesh Eaters to the electroclash 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.