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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Manila and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.