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 Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.