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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 mellotron 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 kango's stein massive to the dance 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.