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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rod Modell to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Chrome,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.