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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Shoche to the crunk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.