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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 The Dave Clark Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.