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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 güiro 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 Doobie Brothers to the dance 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.