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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Graham Central Station 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.