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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Chrome to the jazz 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Mars,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.