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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Move to the jazz 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.