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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 The Remains to the grunge 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.