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 Korea South and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Smog,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.