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 East Timor 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.