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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.