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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
The Motions,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.