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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.