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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.