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 Canada and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.