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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Visage,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.