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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Neu! to the grunge 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.