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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.