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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 cv313 to the disco 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.