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 Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.