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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Rufus Thomas 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Qualms,
Chrome,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.