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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABC to the punk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.