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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Wake to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Fear,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.