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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the rap 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.