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 Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Japan,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.