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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 the Normal 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.