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 Suriname 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Count Five,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Ultravox,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.