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 Germany and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.