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 Singapore and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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?
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.