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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.