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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.