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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 organ 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 Quantec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.