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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 linndrum 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.