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 Fiji 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.