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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the punk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Television,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.