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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.