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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.