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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.