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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.