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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.