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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 The Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
Mars,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.