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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Technova,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Japan,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.