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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.