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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day 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 grunge 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
MDC,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.