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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.