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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Mars,
Interpol,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.