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 Haiti and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.