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 Chile 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Essential Logic to the rap 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
The Move,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.