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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 marimba 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 The Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.