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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Neu!,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.