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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.