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 Burundi 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Amazonics to the jazz 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.