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 Moldova 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.