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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Black Flag to the grunge 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.