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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.