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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.