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 India and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.