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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.