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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.