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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.