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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.