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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Alarm Clocks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.