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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.