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 United States and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.