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 Cameroon 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Beau Brummels to the disco 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.