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 Sweden 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
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 marimba 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.