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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Funkadelic to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Fear,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
June Days,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.