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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.