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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Sparks,
AZ,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.