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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.