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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.