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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.