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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.