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 Mozambique 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Anakelly to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
UT,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.