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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.