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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.