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 Denmark and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Fortunes to the rap 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.