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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.