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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the jazz 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.