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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra to the grime 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.