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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Toni Rubio to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
X-102,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.