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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.