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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.