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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Wire,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Ituana,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.