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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.