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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.