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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 oboe 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 Easy Going to the grunge 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
The Residents,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.