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 Estonia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the disco 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Slave,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.