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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.