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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.