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 Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.