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 Micronesia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.