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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skatalites to the punk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.