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 India and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
The Gories,
MC5,
ABBA,
Deakin,
cv313,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.