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 Philippines and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the grunge 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.