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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.