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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.