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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Vainqueur to the dance 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.