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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.