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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
UT,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
ABC,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.