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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.