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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.