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 Burundi and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 In Retrospect to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
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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.