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 Liberia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Move to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.