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 Nepal 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the grunge 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.