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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
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 chamberlin 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 Index to the rock 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Erasure,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.