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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.