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 Belarus and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.