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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.