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 Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.