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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
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 marimba 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Smog,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.