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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.