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 Guinea and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.