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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.