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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the techno 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Index,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.