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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.