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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.