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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Royal Trux to the techno 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
X-101,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.