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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.