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 Mali and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.