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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Black Sheep to the crunk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.