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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.