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 Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 The Barracudas to the jazz 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.