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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Franke,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Television,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.