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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.