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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.