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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.