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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
Technova,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Fear,
cv313,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.