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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Sixth Finger to the rap 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.