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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the jazz 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Mars,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.