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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Dave Gahan to the rap 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.