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 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the rap 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.