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 Saudi Arabia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 the Germs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
The Motions,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.