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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.