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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.