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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.