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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 the Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.