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 France and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 The Remains to the electroclash 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
cv313,
Technova,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.