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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.