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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 AZ to the rap 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.