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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.