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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the techno 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.