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 Austria and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.