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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 OOIOO to the grime 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.