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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
David McCallum,
X-102,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.