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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.