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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Archie Shepp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.