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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Lyres,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.