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 France and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
The Move,
UT,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.