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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.