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 Nepal and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.