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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the punk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
The Evens,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.