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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the rap 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.