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 Afghanistan 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Franke,
Visage,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.