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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Rapeman,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.