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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fania All-Stars to the crunk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.