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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the rap 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.