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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 The Dirtbombs to the rock 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.