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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Style. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.