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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.