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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s 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 The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Swans,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Gong,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.