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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 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 The Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.