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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Faust to the techno 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.