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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the funk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Jandek,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.