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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.