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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Quadrant 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
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Section 25,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.