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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.