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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 The Moody Blues to the grime 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Sonics,
AZ,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.