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 Dominica and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 New Christs 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Crime,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.