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 Poland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.