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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Excepter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Can,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.