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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 sitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Sparks,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.