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 Macedonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.