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 Australia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Roy Ayers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Nico,
The Names,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.