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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Techniques to the disco 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.