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 Liechtenstein 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cluster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.