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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the grime 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.