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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.