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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-102 to the grunge 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.