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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.