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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All CMW 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 electroclash 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.