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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
PIL,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.