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 Korea South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Faust,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
CMW,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.