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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Roxette,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.