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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.