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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.