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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.