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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the techno 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Quantec,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.