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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mr. Review to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.