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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.