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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.