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 Peru and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.