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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.