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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.