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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the rock 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.