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 Ghana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
the Association,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.