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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Star Department 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.