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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.