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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Franke to the grime 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Q65,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
New Order,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.