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 Kenya 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.