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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Techniques to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.