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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 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 Drexciya to the crunk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.