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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Television,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.