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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
New Order,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.