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 Togo 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Pole,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.