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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the funk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.