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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Livin' Joy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Technova,
X-101,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.