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 Czech Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Schoolly D to the grime 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Television,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.