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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.