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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.