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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.