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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.