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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.