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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Television Personalities to the dance 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.