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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.