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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.