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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Procol Harum to the dance 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.