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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dirtbombs to the funk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Audionom,
The Evens,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.