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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.